The History of the Soul

“We will change all things if we can make the imagination sacred. But all the images and impulses of the imagination, just in so far as they are shaped and ordered in beauty and in peace, must become sacred. To do this they must be associated deliberately and directly with the history of the soul.”

Making the imagination sacred . . . deliberately and directly with the history of the soul. These are some very very beautiful words. When I read them, I feel engulfed by an unexpected blessing. Such is the power of words and such is the power of aligning with the history of the soul. The soul is old. And it has so much to share and to convey. When I listen to my soul, I feel nurtured, guided, blessed, encouraged. And also questioned and mildly chastised in the ways of an old friend who knows my predilection to possibly not advocate for myself or revert to unhealthy patterns. How do you thank your own soul for being faithful and true to course? It is pretty amazing how we unerringly know that which is best for our own respective sense of Sacred. This is very large stuff. Maybe it is time to stop and appreciate our own selves for shaping and ordering Sacred into our days.

I LOVE Yeats’ words. I have the power to change all things if I honor Imagination. What a beautiful and risky and wild and easy choice. When I allow for Sacred, all things are possible. I want to fling open the door and welcome Imagination into my life. Offer it the seat of honor at the head of the table. I want to be mindful that it is best shaped and ordered in beauty and in peace. What an amazing thing to be mindful of cultivating: beauty and peace.

I am reminded to honor my history while shaping and ordering with intention. This is all such an enormous thing to realize when we discover that we have created such a moment by simply being ourselves. By being transparent with others. By laughing until our sides hurt. By loving another with an easiness that transcends any sort of explanation. By being willing to share our Sacred.

All while shaping and ordering and imagining a moment of bliss and generosity that will be included in our brief history.